The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

“It was good, wasn’t it?” Olive asked, with a small, wistful
smile.
She wasn’t herself sure what she was referring to. Maybe
his arms around her. Maybe this last kiss. Maybe everything
else. The sunscreen, his ridiculous answers on his favorite
color, the quiet conversations late at night . . . all of it had been
so very good.
“It was.” Adam’s voice sounded too deep to be his own.
When he pressed his lips against her forehead one last time,
she felt her love for him swell fuller than a river in flood.
“I think I should leave,” she told him gently, without
looking at him. He let her go wordlessly, so she did.
When she heard the click of the door closing behind her, it
was like falling from a great height.